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Sep 2017
How ridiculous
I have been
Playing on observance
yet; blind to reality
relentlessly searching
for what I seek
not knowing
why
When contentment was
within my grasp

Impetuous , Impatient, Demanding
Aching For Fresh Meat
Stocking, salivating  
Only to want, then

Imagine ,Dream ,Fantazize  
The Sensation  
To Devour  
Flesh

Man
A Supreme Being is Nothing
In the wake of a Woman
Hungry, for more
She
Allows His Touch
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly
*** in the 80s
Who is hunting who
Written by
CJ Sutherland  63/U.S
(63/U.S)   
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